Poems begining by F
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Flirtation
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude,
To gaze into her eyes,
For The New Year
© Edith Nesbit
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty,
The fair new year its promise gave;
For He Was Scotch, and So Was She
© Jean Blewett
THEY were a couple well content
With what they earned and what they spent,
Cared not a whit for style's decree
For he was Scotch, and so was she.
From Amorgos
© Nikos Gatsos
I
With their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on
the wind
The shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on a bedding
From The Italian
© Edith Nesbit
AS a little child whom his mother has chidden,
Wrecked in the dark in a storm of weeping,
Sleeps with his tear-stained eyes closed hidden
And, with fists clenched, sobs still in his sleeping,
Forever
© Charles Stuart Calverley
"Forever": 'tis a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?
Fuel
© Lola Ridge
What of the silence of the keys
And silvery hands? The iron sings…
Though bows lie broken on the strings,
The fly-wheels turn eternally…
Fair Dog, Which So My Heart
© Fulke Greville
Kill therefore in the end, and end my anguish,
Give me my death, methinks even time upbraideth
A fullness of the woes, wherein I languish;
Or if thou wilt I live, then pity pleadeth
Help out of thee, since nature hath reveal'd,
That with thy tongue thy bitings may be heal'd.
Finale
© Madison Julius Cawein
So let it be. Thou wilt not say 't was I!
Here in life's temple, where thy soul may see,
From The Prometheus Vinctus Of Aeschylus
© George Gordon Byron
Great Jove, to whose almighty throne
Both gods and mortals homage pay,
Ne'er may my soul thy power disown,
Thy dread behests ne'er disobey.
Fatherhood
© William Barnes
Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,
Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,
Fulfilment
© Robert Nichols
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
Five Little Toes At Night
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
This little toe is tired,
This little toe needs rocking,
This little toe is sleepy you know,
But this little toe keeps talking,
This toe big and tall is the mischief of all,
For he made a great hole in his stocking.
Fire, Famine, And Slaughter : A War Eclogue
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Scene a desolate Tract in la Vendee. Famine is discovered
lying on the ground; to her enter Fire and Slaughter.
Fam. Sister! sisters! who sent you here?
Slau. [to Fire.] I will whisper it in her ear.
Flos Lunae
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
I would not alter thy cold eyes,
Nor trouble the calm fount of speech
With aught of passion or surprise.
The heart of thee I cannot reach:
I would not alter thy cold eyes!
First Known when Lost
© Edward Thomas
I never had noticed it until
'Twas gone, - the narrow copse
Where now the woodman lops
The last of the willows with his bill
Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson
© Lewis Carroll
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
